Savitar, Conceptual Being

A strand of will from a Unique God was traveling into the past, searching for a way to keep Barry from dying. Barry was courting death. He could not withstand the terrifying backlash of the timeline; it would blast him so thoroughly that not even a scrap would remain. Donnie's true body lay in a chair, rocking idly as the recliner let out faint creaks. His slightly narrowed eyes had long since pierced through countless barriers, seeing what lay beyond innumerable dimensions.